I loved it when we sat there
Just you and me.
I loved just holding you
listening to your heart beat
I loved the words you whispered in my ear
I loved being with you
I wish you were here

I loved it when we stood there
With the moon above
At that time, there was no limit to our love
At first, it was a walk in the park
But after a while, we grew apart
How this happened, I just cant see
I just want to go back
Back to you and me.

woke up again
at three a.m.
went back to sleep at 4
never mind the lingering hope
of you bursting through the door

work at nine
and lunch at noon
one full hour to think about you
home at 5, dinner at eight
i didn't mean to set two plates

my watch ticks slowly
when you're gone
and now its stopped at half past one
the wall clocks have stopped moving too
stuck on the moment that i last saw you

You love me like a child loves the light.

You love me like a fire burning kindling;

All too bright.

You love me, plum, and now the light is falling

Should I sleep? I'd only dream

I saw you

Wakeful, love , and whispering out the door.

&A; story that I barely
remember is
the one that I like best. Keeping you close,
is keeping me here.
Anyone else would already be gone.
It hasn’t been long enough, yet
but I’m not scared to admit that my favourite places are
the ones where we are.
&Every; time, I can’t help but wonder if I’m the
only one who can
see the way I’ve changed
these past few days.

You won't read about it in the papers,
You'll only feel it in your head.
Tonight's one of those nights,
And I'm dreaming about dying again.

I wrote a poem.
I deleted it.
I wrote another one.

I can't seem to put the words together.
I cannot compare you to any
thing I can think of.

You were a mistake
I can't seem to forget.
A drug I can't seem to
stop thinking of.
It was fun while it lasted.

But tonight, I let go.
I forgive myself.
I forgive you.
I let you go.

and she wants to be wanted
no, not held, not loved, but wanted
perhaps those things too, at some point, but for now... wanted
and it plays out like a little TV show, a soap opera
little miss Jane, going insane, not sure if she should take the evening train
and yes, it's the comfort of thoughts of "me" consuming someone else's mind
thoughts of me consuming someone else's mind
thoughts of
thee